Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.